Tenderly

I am a slave of his charms, of his devious yet enigmatic charisma.
He shouts of threats and danger but it's too hard to let him go
He may be rude and mean but I like how he rules my bed
His touch, so hot it makes me burn my skin;
That even though I wasn't with him, I can still feel its heat
His aura that screams of power and authority
You need to follow, or you will be punished in his arms
The tough life of being with him but you knew he completes you
Just one stare he can command everything and You can never say no to him.